Eazy E Funeral Novels & Stories

Bitch. She was glad to see that the casket was closed. As the service began, there were hymns followed by a few friends and business associates who spoke, giving generic inspirational messages about the dearly departed. Eventually Tre got up to give the official eulogy. He was eloquent, heartfelt, and understated, all the things that Bubba always was. People all around were dabbing at their eyes.

I hoped not. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked quietly, unsure if I was already asleep. I shook my head before burying it. I needed darkness. --- Eliza's funeral was roughly two weeks later. Dressing in all black, Diesel and I made our way to the Mabel's house. He smiled at me before grabbing my hand reassuringly. Off near the back- next to Badger's pen-sat a few rows of chairs and a big auburn box. Penny stood next to the coffin, blowing her nose into a napkin. She looked up at the sound of our approach. The look in her eyes made me want to vomit again.

Theon The funeral is a solemn affair. Unlike the last funeral I attended, which was Ruelle’s, the mass funeral we conduct for Elias and the rest of the dead wolves is simple. Only a few people are there in attendance. While the last funeral was overwhelmed in a general sense of anger, this one only contains only sorrow and regret. I press my lips to my brother's forehead one last time and mutter.

Kalil Clouds rolled and rain was imminent. The funeral was being held at the gravesite. On the ride over Mak told me that her mom used to tell her if it rained the day of a funeral the person was going to Heaven. She said it didn’t rain the day of her dad’s funeral and hadn’t spoken a word since. The only time she let go of her death grip on my hand was when I stood in as a pallbearer. Chino, Ralphie, Bruce, and Donte volunteered as well, along with others I didn’t know. There were two caskets. It nearly destroyed me when Donte and I carried the tiny white one.

“Elena, leave this room immediately. This is official pack business.” “I have remained silent for thirty years to protect this family,” Elena said, stepping onto the central floor and ignoring him completely. “I can no longer sit by while my husband destroys our legacy to cover his own tracks. Elder Vance, you remember the death of Marcus Crosswyn twenty-five years ago? The tragic training accident on the east ridge?” Elder Vance frowned, leaning over the bench. “Of course. It was a dark day for the entire pack.”

As for Taehyung, he and all his group members cancelled all their events in the US and immediately came back to Korea upon hearing the news. Since I didn’t have any family or relatives, eomma and Taehyung were the ones who organized a small, private funeral for me. He even designed the headstone for me. How cute. Do you know why people fear death? Because they will be forgotten. It’s because the world will not change after they are gone, and then eventually be forgotten. There was a time when I thought I was not afraid. Even if I left the world and even if no one remembered me, I didn’t care.

I stared at the body. Nodded. “Yes.” We moved fast. Searched the bunker, hard drives, servers, backups. Everything. We wiped them, physical destruction. Sledgehammer. Fire. Nothing left. Then we carried Eze’s body outside. Dug a shallow grave under the lenga trees. No marker. No words. Just earth over earth. We walked back to the boat. Engines started. We left the island behind. No looking back. The sea was calm. The sun rose.

And you have the nerve to think you're walking out of here with his belongings. I stared at him, completely blindsided. Dad was already buried. How could 100,000 dollars in charges just appear out of nowhere? I fumbled through my bag in a panic and pulled out the entire stack of receipts stamped with the funeral home's official seal, holding them out to him with shaking hands. "There has to be a mistake. My father was cremated seven days ago, and when his ashes were interred at the cemetery, your own people came along to verify it in person. His body isn't here, so how can there possibly be cold storage fees?

The pregnancy had already failed while she was on the run, and complications during the abortion caused massive bleeding. With limited medical resources and a body already ravaged by illness, she didn't make it and died alone in a hospital bed a few days later. With her death, the accusations related to her intentionally spreading disease came to an end as well. As for Michael, with his life destroyed, he ended his own life one quiet night in a dilapidated rental apartment. There was no funeral and no one to mourn him. The once-glorious CEO disappeared, along with the disgraceful past he left behind.

She said, a worried look on her face. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just… Funerals aren’t my thing.” I replied with a small smile, “Is it supposed to be this rowdy?” “Oh, it’s gonna get even rowdier,” she said with a chuckle, “Eliza Thorpe was loved by both young and old alike. Everyone is upset about her death, so tonight they are going to party. Think of it as a 'celebration of life' type of thing.” She explained.